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streetlight funeral

by angeltown

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1.
when you move in the light it makes me wanna have another fight do you know who you're lovin' tonight? is it true what they say about a man like you falling out of place all your efforts will be marked by disgrace forced marriage ending on an morphine pump this is how it is forever and now
2.
in heaven 05:25
Verse It's been four days isolated in the hill country. I'm sleeping with my shotgun to put it bluntly I feel just like a castrated bunny Cold sweat falls to the floor I know I'm so damn ugly I don't have it in me to go to the store Pre chorus It feels like you don't love me like i deserve to be * 2 Chorus If heavens only a motif Then it's something I could probably repeat If heavens a sign of defeat Then Paradise isn't for me (As so as below Talk to your pillow) Verse The sounds of alarms being played back at different speeds. The misty eyes staring right at me. The eerie loudness of the night a fatigue to say the least, my swollen Black Sea This house is gonna swallow me scared like a deer in headlights Pre chorus It feels like you don't love me like i deserves to be * 2 Chorus If heavens only a motif Then it's something I could probably repeat If heavens a sign of defeat Then Paradise isn't for me As so as below Talk to your pillow End My gut knows me better than me If this is the bed im sleeping in Snapped like a gum tree branch, the sap leaks slowly like marrow I know you don't love me *4
3.
William Tell 04:31
Well you're no prince Lear But you're getting near The hum and bruck of the engine block overpowers whatever you're saying Which isn't worth much to begin with All of your friends agree that I'm an asshole to you And all of your family isn't aware of me It's the depth of darkness Thats fails to be understood Play dead when They aim for your head, William Tell (*2) Drinking in the back of your truck Hanging out in the movie theater parking lot Cut perfect like cookie We come from the same sheet Tuck your tail between your legs when your plan backfires Caught like an arm in the cotton gin I wish I could wake up and remember the good times But I know I'd only be telling myself a lie Play dead when they Aim for your head, William Tell We belong dead (Truth be told) We belong in a row of several talking heads If the arrow is pointed at you and all you've asked your lover is if they're aiming for an animal behind you Your hair blossoms in sunlight Your eyes puncuate the night Play dead when they aim For your head, William Tell We belong dead We're bound to be in a row of severed talking heads I'm playing dead - "William Tell play dead when the arrow goes into your head"
4.
summer 02:56
in the night (of your torn fresh eyes) in the height (of your father singing you dry) in the light of your coming seas every eyelash will kiss you we do not know whats happening here you're too young to even be near in on counting on yourself you're boxed you're gonna make me frown maybe I get nervous or just I just like giving you hell maybe I just get nervous is this everything you ever wanted? country eyes jesus christ (screaming) a mosquito loves you more than I suckling upon your thighs
5.
highway 02:46
you drove on the highway back to hell you back on the highway back to yourself if time doesnt come on by tonight its time spiting ends like a capillary tongue every voice hangs out like its been there in your lungs im sorry if you took it the wrong way but I saw you down on the highway to hell of the snow and summer came together like your blonde hair all the pieces of the puzzle came together, they fit in there I knew I wanted you then when I came across your eyes faded out, faded out into something you dont want anymore da da da da
6.
. . .....drenched in sin . covered in coke I wish you could see me for who i am really am come around again . . . . . I forgot about...... . for every single day i've wasted talking to you I could've been doing something much better
7.
drowned baby (downed, baby?)
8.
covered in dogs lick on a frog walk that talk i can tell you secrets if you want I cant tell you secrets they dont know, they all know time is slow, everything goes now im dead I live in a grave and all these skeletons dont hurt me anymore and death dont scare me like it use to and death dont scare me like it use to covered in dogs, covered in frogs sleep in the bog, sleeping down in the souls every god damn dictionary im looking for whats the word? shes just like a nurse she just looks like me and I aint scared of no skeletons no more and I'm dancing in my coffin, hallaloo and I aint afraid anymore jump jump jumping jacks
9.
hangin around downtown like all those memories coming round hanging around downtown (noise) peculating
10.
passed out in the back of your car drinking before the lights turn red ticket boxes, stay there are sons are just like another dead end and I dont know much about what you're talkin bout and I dont know much about what you're talkin bout I and (goodnight) feels nice in your car watching the night sky move on I could've sworn there was more roses in your eyes but everything doesnt seem but everything doesnt seem alright down on university drive down on university drive passed out in the back of your a wedding is just kinda like what you are

about

In Heaven and William Tell were the only written things here
everything else was just on the spot.

Most of this was made on garageband shockingly! I was out at my grandpas for a solid week and a half drinking and doing amp salts and my grandma owns an Old MAC PC thing so yknow I had to dig around in there. My liver didnt appreciate that week though.

He had this Baritone-esque guitar that was tuned to B Standard (with the thickest god damn strings ever! It hurt my damn hands).
Im gonna steal that guitar one day. It's a Tacoma factory fuck-up so its a one of a kind.

Photo is of my pal Cristal.

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released July 11, 2018

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